When Cam and Rafael finally got to the main deck, he reached for the door and opened it slowly. When he heard voices down the corridor, he closed it again and stepped back, grabbing Cam’s arm tightly.
“What is this?” he sneered, softly, as he pushed her back against the wall, his gun under her chin. She grabbed his wrist but felt the powerful muscles there.
“I have no idea!” she told him.
He held her against the wall with his hand around her throat as he cracked the door and listened.
“Those are police. Is this the game you’re playing?”
Cam looked shocked and scared, partly because she was terrified. “No! Of course not! If anyone gets busted, I’ll be busted, too. What kind of a game would that be?”
He shoved the gun tighter against her throat.
“Rafael, there’s as much coke hidden in
